DarkMoonIsiliel

The Bar on Chau Sara The door swung open, allowing yet another breeze of dust admittance to the bar. The cloud was quickly dispersed by the footsteps behind it. Stiff miner's boots strode inside, halting at the threshold for a moment as the man they carried surveyed the clientele. With a wave of greeting at the bartender and a respectful nod to the dirty yet graceful lady sipping whiskey, he walked up to the counter, grabbed the beer the bartender had just finished dispensing from his cybernetic arm, and retreated to one of the bar tables littered around the counter. He half-heartedly brushed off the dust that had settled overnight on the ta